No news is good news
My only hope is that you've learned your lesson
Take nothing for granted
Because in the end all you deserve is to rot
Yet somehow you've escaped that lot
Without power you kept yourself from turning into a pillar of salt
Murderer, you are worse then me, more worse then I thought
I have nothing left to say since all the facts elude me
We will never again see eye to eye or mouth to mouth
But when the day comes for you to confront me
Make sure your daughter isn't present
Things are about to get ugly
...
I regret everything I ever did with you
So much so that I want to kill myself
But not tonight and not forever
I've learned to fight and conquer
Yet you can count on this as my final thought
You will never have any peace
Wretched whore of sorrow
Your tears will dig your own grave
Now sleep in it and join your fathers
The slumber of those who reside in hell fire
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